A Knight's Blog

Its staggering how similar America is becoming to the Ancient Rome Empire. Last night I was watching FOX NEWS and I was appalled by the obession of over the Casey Anthony Case. Women and men flocked to courtroom. pushing and shoving, they were driven like mad bulls. They cry "kill her! Kill her!" This sound quite like the Roman Collisiums when spectators demanded the death of a gladiator. What has become of our country? That people thrist for the blood of others? That they cry like the mulitudes did at Pilate's Court "crucify him! crucify him!" Granted, I believe in justice. If this woman did indeed slay her own daughter, she deserves the death sentence. However, we don't need to cheer and celebrate her demise. For the LORD warns "Beware that you do not celebrate or revel in fall of your enemies, lest the God turn his wrath from them unto you." Then we have the politcal scandals. Recently Rep. Sentor Wiener has come forth admitting he had don

I have been in God's City for nearly two days and already I can feel the LORD's presence. When I pray I can cleary hear the voice of the Most High, I can feel the Rouch Hakodesh (Holy Spirit) fall upon me. Christ is ever on my mind, I see visions of his loving face, and delight in his tender embrace. Here in Jerusalem I am at peace, Elohim has reassured me that I am free, free of the shackles and chains Satan has endeavored to place on me. Free of the snares of man. I have bore my cross with pride, I walk amongst the pathways of the Holy City, neither Jew nor Gentile mocks or look upon me with disdain. I feel accepted, a crusader amongst unbelievers. I am perplexed by how so many Americans fear the unrest and tension of the Middle East. When in fact I do not precieve any animosity. Here everyone lives in Shalom (peace). They treat one another kindly and accept each others differances in beliefs. As I walk the ancient stone paths, as I behold the mighty walls of Jerusalem,

I have always enjoyed speaking with a high vocabulary. I delight in discovering new words and adding them to my repretoire. However, of late elloquence has become a burden, a yoke upon my shoulders. What originally was a means of expressing myself has become a type of opression. I have felt c ompelled to speak intellecutally perpetually, that even certain words are forbidden. I even have felt that i need to use Old English to establish my brillance, to ensure people I am still intelligent. This vanity has like thorn festered within me and caused me agony. It has tainted something I love, communication and made it a compitition. Typically I speak as I often do, with college words without counting or keeping track of what I say. I just naturally type or convey my thoughts without hesitating or examining what has been said. However, there are times that this sinister force takes my tounge and brands it with hot iron. I know that God has blessed me with gifted speech, with a talent

To offend or not to offend that is the question. During my previous visits to the Holy Land, I have observed a system, a means of discretion. When amongst Jews and Muslims I tend to hide my cross beneath my shirt as not to offend them. However, this act of tact has caused me great grief and outrage. I have two verses that dost wage war against one another within my being. The first is: "Be all things to all people, be a jew to the jew, a greek to the greek, a scithian to the scithian, and gentile to the gentile." The other is "delight in suffering, for if they hated the sepherd, they will hate you. Be glad to share in the tribulations of Christ." A part of me feels that I should be sensitive to others, to not try to incite a feud or quarrel by displaying a symbol that could cause contention. However, I also feel ashamed: like I am denying who I am, that I am failing to profess Christ to the unbeliever. I become quite vehemented that it is acceptable for Jews t

There are three dominate religions in the world. It doesn't take a genius to know which three: Christianity, Judiasm, and Islam . I am a Christian and thus my theology does conflict with both Jews and Islamists. However, there is common ground between ua all. With Jew we have the Old Covenant, the Torah, The Prophets, and the Books of Wisdom. The Jew is like our half brother, they believe half of truth, they acknowledge Jehovah, The One True God. However, they reject the Messiah Yeshua or Jesus. While we diagree, we can coexist in peace, we can be loving towards each other. Afterall it was jews that did preserve the the truth for six thousand years. It was also jews, messianc jews who wrote and safe guarded the Gospels.  As for the Arab, the Islamist. We have common ground in that we were once condemned, lost, and considered blind until Christ payed our ransom. Contrary to common knowledge, Mohammand actually was trying to do something positive. He was confronting idol worshiper

Before I didst depart for The Holy Land, my brother told me that the Evil One would attempt to dismay and deminsh me and my mother's joy. That he would make us doubt that our visit to Israel wouldst be blissful, that it twould instead be toil, hardship, and perpetual suffering. I can confirm my brother's word of wisdom to be true, for yesterday me and my ma were caught in a tempest of confusion and spiritual enmity. The Fallen One assailed me the entire trip across the Atlantic. He tempted me repeatedly to give into his web of lies. I found myself crucified spiritually and physically, I wast in such pain on the journey that I cried out to my Soverign Lord for his healing. When we arrived at Galilee, the tempest grew into a twister of anxiety and chaos. We lost items and experianced a spirit of divination. Hasatan flooded our minds. He assured us that we wouldst not enjoy this trip, that it twas in vain to come. We even got a filthy room.Events seemed to confirm the voice th